I've been getting alot of questions about my 'love life' if you will. It's like, I am about to graduate from college and I have never had a relationship longer than four months. I keep getting questions about "who are you dating now?" as if it is assumed I am dating someone because I should be? WTF? Maybe I don't WANT to. Did they ever think of that? Well it's not so much that I don't want to, it's that it isn't a priority. Sometimes I miss that part of my life, but it's rarity. I think the study of friends and relationships in my women's studies class has brought an onslaught of nostagia and a longing for my friends.

"Most communication between women is done face to face. Most communication between men is done side to side." This is because men "do" activities together and for each other to show that they care. Women are affectionate and express how they feel to show that they care. Craziness. Does explain alot.

Is it incredibly vain to dramatically cut back on your drinking because you are getting fat? It is also scary to remove something from your life that you have been blaming your character flaws, oversights and all out asshole behavior on. It's a risk because what if you remove the supposed source and all the stuff is still there? Nothing to blame it on. That means that you really are an asshole. I usually don't write in the second person, but I started off with it and I just am going to keep going. There it goes. Back to the first person.

I miss home so bad. I miss my home fries so bad. I want my dad. Right now he's out terrorizing the peaceful wilderness of eastern washington with my brother and grandpa. i.e. hunting sweet little deer (which I will readily feast on when I arrive home) yay home. This is the first year I am going home for Thanksgiving. I miss Suzy. I miss Joanna and Michelle. I miss Katrine. I want to make fun of Mike's big head and quartersize earlobes. I want to make fun of Michelle's grandiose generalizations and Joanna's ugly faces. I want to laugh at Katrine's 'old lady crying' laugh and Suzy's WSU alcohol-induced stories.

random observation: the smell of feta bears an uncanny resemblance to the smell of vomit. I should know 'cause Anna puked on my shoes last weekend.

The rugby team is collectively going to hell. I forgot to include this when it happend, but we were singing "Shit damn fucker damn" one sunny day at Shelly's house during family weekend. Did I say singing? I meant screaming.....meanwhile someone's grandparents on the other side of the fence were peering over to have a better look at the debauchery. The amazing control I have over my bladder was almost ruined that day.....I almost let it go all over my pantelones cuartos. Poor old people. Between my bladder control and alcohol induced alzheimers, I can totally identify.